He’d heard that amputees have phantom pain –
A sword swung by the ghost of warrior slain,
As though the missing limb had nerves again
And re-attached to body and to brain;
‘Twas true! He felt the stabbing every day –
The phantom soldier keeping up the fray.
And when his chest was pierced, the ache would stay:
His love had left and ripped his heart away.
© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.